I put my hand on my
heart,
each warms the
other, each knows
the warmth of two,
but the hand
is the cooler
partner. The hand is a door,
the heart a room I
could live in.
I feel the earth
beneath me,
I listen to it
breathe.
The wind ripples the
leaves,
the song sparrows
and towhees
scutter and peck.
While the drops of
yesterday’s rain
work their way down
through soil
to bedrock, my body
learns
to forget all those
years I tried
to live anywhere but
in this body.
I put my hand on my
heart.
For a moment my body
forgets
what it needs to
forget,
and I think I could
always
be this kind